The Fire of Your Fingertips
I will not take this warmth for granted
as I behold the fire
of your fingertips,
woodwinds of your voice
carried by soft breezes —
tomorrow holds a sheet of white:
leafless branches
in the wintry blizzard winds,
little do I know
if you will be beside me still —
I will not take this warmth for granted
as I behold the fire
of your fingertips.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Stux@pixabay
Colors of Summer
My love, summer colors
bloom with the glow we have known
through the years
beside you I stand
bone of your bones,
flesh of your flesh
as in the wondrous days of Eden —
Take me to the dance
of asters and anemones
as we waltz with the westerly wind,
warble with song sparrows,
soar with the laughter of seagulls
above iridescent sand dunes
of northeastern shores —
these very moments
while the grass teems with greenness,
imperceptibly
the August warmth turns celadon
clusters of grapes
into purple,
ripe for wine harvest.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Jplenio@Pixabay
Love Haiku 43:45
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Blazing white sunlight
tanned feet stroll the golden sands
your strong arms, my warmth
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palm fronds dance and sway
zephyrs and soft gentle rain
your face, my shelter
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sunset bids farewell
peach and pink turn indigo
your eyes, my starlight
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by PhillipCSpence@pixabay
Nature’s Chase
In the ivory warmth of summer
while frogs croak among the lily pads
and rustling leaves make harp-like music,
two squirrels scamper in a sprint
one behind the other:
scurrying sounds, a tangled mass of fur,
a frenzied steeple chase
across freshly mown grass,
then up the leaf-laden tree branches
and down again,
vanish into the swampy woods —
In the utmost heat of summer’s day
while orange-winged cicadas buzz and whine
and nikko blue hydrangeas droop from drought,
two swallows break forth in ecstatic flight
one behind the other:
chirps and gurgles, a tangled mass of feathers,
ferris wheels in the air
as they traverse gabled roofs,
alight leaf-laden tree branches
and up again,
vanish into the azure sky —
Have you witnessed nature’s chase?
There is a time
for playful pursuit,
a time
for slowing down,
to gaze into each other’s eyes,
walk hand in hand,
vanish
into the emerald forest.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Flo222 @pixabay
A Summer Remembrance
at the end of daytime fever
I hear the thunder
rumbling in the distance
a forgotten song from long ago —
is it you, my lost love,
your beloved voice
resonant
in the clouds,
a lament of lavender longing
and the firefly lightnings —
did you come to let me know
infinitely far from the miles of sky
that you remember my smile,
and how life would have been
filled with flowers
if we walked hand in hand
in the summer rain,
just you and I —
now comes the twilight,
the rumbling thunder fades
into a sigh
and I walk in my garden
alone
with this poignant longing
of holding your hand.
D. G. Vachal (c) 2025
Image by Geronimo Giquea @Unsplash
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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